It seemed to be to explain his thoughts to the Hobbit people, and the Gods said word by word:

"Whether it is the insidious Bill in the village, his squinting male companion with his vulgar appearance, and other enemy spies who have not appeared in the dark, I don't think they dare to follow us closely, because it will directly reveal their existence and location. He does know very well about the neighborhood, but I think it's because of this that he knows very well that he can't fight against me who is more familiar with the surrounding terrain in the forest. What I'm worried about is that he will tell others about the information. Compared to the three-legged cats they fight, I'm more afraid that they will tell the Dark Horse Knight how to track us, which is the worst thing. The current situation makes them think that our target is Achite, which is better for us."

I don’t know if the method of choosing the road is very exquisite, or the natural conditions of the surrounding forests cannot afford to raise too many wild animals. After walking all day, Frodo and others did not see a few small animals, whether it was birds, reptiles, or squirrels that often exist in the forest. Whether you believe it or not, they really didn’t look at any of them. Gradually, even the Shenxing himself relaxed, because he had rich experience in tracking and counter-tracking, secretly guarding against cunning villagers like Bill, who used their domesticated falcons and other creatures to track their locations in the sky. Fortunately, the empty sky seemed to prove the false nature of this conjecture.

The next day they advanced steadily to the east, and everything was still as calm as before. On the third day, they finally left Buli and entered the Cheet Forest. In fact, the road was quite labor-saving. In addition to Frodo and others having to adapt to the gradually lowered terrain after leaving the main road, they also needed to gain a foothold as much as possible in the continuous downhill road to prevent themselves and others from falling down with their companions. After moving forward for a long time, the Shenxingke said that they were almost approaching a weak water swamp.

The ground began to slowly become wet, and some places even had ponds that smelled foul. What the short Hobbit people hate most in swamp terrain was the mud pits and muddy ground in swamps. Usually, if you are not careful, you may slip into the mud pit. And those mud pits with different depths can be considered dangerous or even fatal natural hunting traps for the Hobbit people who are not in the upper hand. If it weren't for the experienced travelers, Frodo thought he might have said he would avoid this swamp.

The progress was quite smooth at the beginning, but as time passed, their pace became slower and the surrounding environment became more and more dangerous. The swamp, which was part of the water, was a natural cultivation pit for cultivating mosquitoes in this midsummer. The bugs that people in the forest, which had not seen for a long time, were now enjoying in this swamp.

However, the situation is far more than that, and it is even worse than the situation that Shenxingke himself predicted in advance. Perhaps it was because he had not seen a human as large as Shenxingke or as tender and delicious as the Hobbit people for a long time. Anyway, when he saw them, the mosquitoes in the swamp were around them as if they could not drive them away. When everyone was not paying attention, they would quietly attach themselves to them and suck blood. Soon, Frodo and the rest of his friends had a bag.

"I'm about to be bitten to death!" Pipin shouted. "I think this swamp can be changed to its name. Just call mosquitoes to bite you to death. It's okay to have a swamp that is not worth your life! Oh my god, come and save me, so many mosquitoes are almost sucked away by them."

"Damn it, who knows how such a small swamp can afford so many mosquitoes? Did they all grow up drinking water before we arrived??" Sam complained, grabbing his neck.

They spent a day in the bad place they killed. It was even more difficult to stay on the spot that night, and the hungry mosquitoes were even more reluctant to let them rest. They fought wits and courage with the mosquitoes for a whole night. The next day, when the Hobbit people woke up, almost everyone was wearing a pair of big dark circles.

The situation on the fourth day was better, but the situation after night still made it difficult to fall asleep. After all, maybe both the Hobbits and humans need to rest, and the mosquitoes who only rely on instincts constantly attack everyone day and night without being virtuous, leaving behind them all bulging and wrapping on everyone, and even mosquitoes fly to Frodo and others from time to time, making their heads buzz around the end of the day, and they are almost neurasthenia.

Frodo was lying on the ground, sore all over his body but unable to fall asleep. Just as he was lying down, a strong beam of light suddenly came from a distance. It flashed several times. At this time when the sun was still several hours away, it was definitely a natural wonder that was not naturally lit up. It must have been artificially created.

"Did you see it? It seems that there is a strong light coming from over there! Could it be Gandalf sending us a signal?" He asked Shen Xingke. In fact, he didn't need to remind him at all. Shen Xingke had already stood up to observe the direction of the strong light coming.

However, staring at the direction where the strong light was for a while, Frodo couldn't see anything from his body shape, Ergujing Wubo's expression.

"I don't know," replied Shen Xingke. "We are still far from the direction of the strong light. If we want to see the specific shape of the strong light, we need to be closer to his emission place."

Frodo lay down again, thinking that the strong light might be a gathering signal from Gandalf, he couldn't sleep. If his legs weren't sore during the day, he would have said that he would set out to see clearly. Of course, he did not have too much willfulness at this time. After all, just as Gandalf reminded him on the signal, it would be unsafe not to rush in the night!

The God Walker said nothing and looked at the wonder with a serious expression. It took a long time before Frodo fell asleep in a daze.

On the fifth day, they didn't go far away from the swamp. The terrain slowly began to rise again. The outline of the hill could be seen not far from the east. The highest hill was on the far right, and seemed to be at a distance from other hills. The hill was bathed in the sun, as if it was worn with a shiny crown.

"We will be at Fengyunding soon. I think everyone needs to prepare for the next few hours," said Shen Xingke. "Although we can see the location of Fengyunding now, we are at least half a day away from him. We'd better not delay."

"What do you mean?" Frodo asked.

"This is all for everyone's safety. Since we are close to Fengyuntung and have a wide view there, it is very likely that we will encounter enemies in too many unnecessary stops. Therefore, if we want to avoid the enemy's eyeliner, we must reduce the amount of time we stay in this area at this moment."

"But, we should be able to meet Gandalf there, right?"

"Maybe so, but maybe the real situation is worse than what you said. We cannot conclude too much that Gandalf will definitely go here by breaking the rules and going to the place where he or she is right. Besides, I have already said that it is not a safe meeting and place near Fengyunding. Neither he or we should wait there for too long, it would be too unsafe. If the Black Knights did not find our traces on the avenue, they should also rush to Fengyunding. At the same time, we also need to be careful of strange creatures such as the Black Horse Knights and the crows and birds in the sky. If I ask me, the enemy spies might look like, and we can only beware of all suspicious creatures."

The Hobbit looked at the distant hills with fear. Sam looked up at the pale sky, worried that he would see falcons or birds staring at everyone with unfriendly eyes. "Godwives, when you say this, I was not afraid of being a little scared, my legs were trembling," he said.

"Shengwen, can I listen to your plan? I think you will have plans after you have learned so much news, right?" Frodo asked.

"I think," Shen Xingke replied slowly, savoring the situation in front of him; he seemed not sure what to do. "I think the best way is to go east as much as possible, with the purpose of other hills, not Fengyun Hills. We can go around the hills from there and approach Fengyun Hills in a more hidden way from the north. Then we will carefully observe the surroundings."

They rushed for another day and didn't stop until the evening when sunset.

Finally, they finally arrived at a small stream flowing into the stinky swamp from the hills. When there was still light in the sky, they advanced along the river bank as much as possible. In the end, Frodo and others successfully camped nearby with the experience of the wilderness camping of Gods, and everyone could finally have a beautiful rest.

The next morning, they set off immediately as soon as the sky was dawn. The air had the solemn atmosphere of frost last night, and the sky was pale blue. The Hobbit people felt refreshed because the sleep last night was rare and undisturbed. They had begun to get used to this rhythm of rushing. Even the experience of survival in the wilderness, several Hobbits mastered a lot of Pipin claiming that Frodo looked more like a Hobbit than before.

"It's weird," Frodo said tightly, "I've actually lost a lot of weight. I hope I won't keep losing weight like this, otherwise I might become a ghost."

"Don't joke about this!" The Shenxing Guest unexpectedly warned everyone in a very serious tone. The hills were getting closer and closer. According to the Hobbit people's eyes, these terrain was very strange and severe. The group saw many walls and trenches covered with green vegetation along the foot of the mountain, and there were many ancient stone ruins in the valley. At night, they finally arrived at the soles of the hillside to the west and camped there. It was the evening of October 5, and they had been away from Buli for six days.

It was only in the morning that they discovered the first obvious road since leaving the Cheet Forest. They turned right and walked south along the road. The road cleverly turned around, deliberately avoiding the sight from the forest and the top of the mountain. It would drill into the valley and advance along the cliffs; a few flat areas were also placed on both sides of large and small stones, as if they were fences to cover the figure of travelers.

"I don't know who built this road and what's the purpose," Meili couldn't help asking as everyone walked in the boulder area. "I think it's a bit weird. This is a kind of style - a kind of tomb corpse monster. Is there an ancient tomb on the top of Fengyun?"

"No. There are no ancient tombs on the Fengyunding and these hills," replied the God Walker. "The Western royal family did not live here; however, in the late period they used these hills as defense lines to resist the evil forces of Angema. This trail was the transportation and repair line for the bunkers in the mountains. There was once a tall watchtower there. They called the tower Amonsour. But later it was burned down and there was only a circle of walls, as if it was a simple crown on the hill. It is undeniable that it was definitely the only magnificent building in the world. It is said that the Emperor Yin Randir once waited for the elf leader Gilgarard here, waiting for him to join the final alliance between humans and elves."

The Hobbit looked at the Godswalker. This man is not only a master in survival in the wild, but also has a good understanding of ancient history. "Who is Gilgarard?" asked Merry. But the Godswalker did not answer, as if he was deeply trapped in memories of the past. Suddenly, a voice whispered:

Gilgarard is the king of the elves.

The harp also mourns his sad death.

...

Everyone else turned their heads in surprise because it was not someone else's singing, but their companion Sam.

"You actually know this song? Why don't you sing it?" said Merry.

"I know only these few sentences, not many," Sam said with a blushing face. "This is what I learned from Mr. Bilbo when I was a child. He is really a knowledgeable and kind-hearted person. Since he knew that I like elves, he taught me songs and stories from time to time. What I just read was his poem."

"This poem was not written by him," said the God Walker. "This is a poem called 'The Fall of Gilgarard', written in ancient language. Although the lyrics sound a little strange to me, maybe this is a version he translated himself."

"There are many more sentences," Sam said, "all about Mordor. Those lyrics are so terrifying!"

"We need to go to Mordor!" Pipin shouted. "Oh my God, this topic is really terrible. Good luck, let's talk about other happy things! I really hope I will be far away from Mordor in my life. I would rather fight with the dragon and not have anything to do with them."

"Don't shout this name! If you are so bold and arrogant, it may bring disaster to everyone. Remember, in the wilderness, don't think about that place at will. Many terrible evil servants have an understanding of others' chanting this name." said the God Walker.
Chapter completed!